The pilgrimage beginneth!

So it's that that time of the year again and the Boys are off on their tour. Usual sponsors already sampled and appreciated, several pints o' the black stuff at Bulls bay before and after the Classic, (won by myself this year), followed by some Hendricks at David's hostelry, complete with splendid new Karndean flooring in the lounge, and a relatively early night to nurse our weary bodies in readiness of the week ahead. Iron man Dave long in good fettle, Big Willy suffering with a ad back that has forced him to slow his swing to a blur and your author who is nursing a bad wrist, bad knee and as of this morning a further injury to the left shoulder. With all the problems you can probably imagine what shite golf they payed if I won! Ferry delayed due to weather so a late arrival in Dunmore will just require us to drink faster on arrival.